"Why do we need to do all these curve lines?" The eldest asked for reasons. He thought he's too old for this exercise. "You need to warm-up your wrist, familiarize the color shades, and practice controlling the strokes of your brush." Teacher- mom, too, must learn patience in the process.
Training.... practice... exercise..... in life not always fun. But if one understood the value, it could be done with a smile.
The younger you train, the better. Follow the rules, you learn obedience. Repeat the process, you learn patience, concentrate on your work, you learn focus, keep distance between lines, you learn control.
Same object and medium, different interpretations. All four are equally beautiful. Then, they learn respect and appreciation.
They're all satisfied with the result. Teacher-mom was reminded again, there's no short-cut to perfection.
Here they are working their next masterpieces!
Praise be to the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.